Up North

So far, we've spent more nights in the woods of Michigan than any other place since our return stateside one week ago.   Yesterday we trundled down to Houghton lake, which is not to be confused with Higgins lake, where we are staying currently.

As far as I can tell the major differences between the two lakes is that Houghton is much more fun to make potential tourism slogans for.  Here goes:

• No Shirt, No Shoes, Welcome back
• Houghton: Man boobs, pick-up trucks and bars - we got it all. 

Just to give you a snapshot, in 3 minutes of waiting outside of a liquor store I saw a woman, that looked like a man but who had installed giant torpedoes to his chest, kiss a little chihuahua and squeeze out of her Buick Roadmaster and walk into the liquor store.  A woman, in what can be described only as a jean camouflage uniform - of which the top was of the halter variety - came out and fraternized with a gentleman that looked like Ted Kaczynski's cousin, slapped each other on the ass and parted ways. 

I stayed in the car.